surnamed Wang

"Remember, you only have one chance at a time, and how much you can comprehend depends on fate."

On the top of the mountain, Ranger ordered the kneeling man.

The latter nodded and cupped his hands slightly, "I, Zhao Zhiyi, have not yet asked for your surname."

"My surname is Wang, royal power." You Xiaer said casually.

Zhao Zhiyi was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then smiled and said:
"Brother Wang's name is quite domineering."

"The name given by my father is a bit too ostentatious. It doesn't look like your name at all, Brother Zhao. At first glance, you look like a knight who travels around the world."

Zhao Zhiyi was a little embarrassed when he heard this, but didn't say anything. Ye Jian, who had gone down the mountain earlier, had returned with a bundle of firewood on his back. Seeing the two of them talking and laughing, his face couldn't help but feel strange.

It was the ranger who had the undoubted authority of the king who stepped forward, took the firewood from the old man's back diligently, and said with a playful smile:
"I just had a chat with Brother Zhao. He is quite nice. Why don't you teach him Nao Shizi's swordsmanship, and he will invite us to visit the brothel later."

The young man's words made Zhao Zhiyi's face twitch. In order to learn the sword, he still smiled and nodded. The boy next to him saw a few people looking strange, pulled the man's sleeves, and whispered:
"Dad, what is a brothel? I want to go too."

Ye Jian looked at Wang Biquan with a half-smile but said directly:

"Boy Wang, don't mess with those vain people. You just want to intercede for him."

"Why don't you tell me, Old Man Ye, that you have a vicious eye? For my sake, would you show him your hands?"

"You have some face."

Ye Jian just said a word, took the firewood and walked towards the wooden house.

Wang Pingquan's smile froze on his face, and then he boldly drew his sword and stabbed the old man directly in the back of the heart.

Although Ye Jian had his back to several people, he still reacted immediately. He pulled out a stick from the bundle of firewood and met the sword thrust by the young man with his backhand.

There was a crisp "ding" sound, like the collision of gold and stone. The young man's sword force was bounced away. He twisted his wrist and the long sword swept across again. This time, the momentum was so strong that even Ye Jian did not dare to confront it head-on, so he moved back. Remove.

The old man secretly cursed in his heart that the attack was not gentle or heavy, and no longer kept it secret. The surface of the wooden stick produced a spine-chilling energy, passed by the side of the young man's face, and directly cut off a few hair strands.

This was the first time that Zhao Zhiyi saw such an incredible situation, and he quickly watched the old man's movements.

Wang Biangquan's hair was messed up, and he became angry. He raised his long sword slightly, and rushed forward with a step forward. The two of them fought together again, one move, two moves, ten moves... The young man's sword skills were endless, among them there were Some of them even made Ye Jian secretly admire them.

In order to let his father learn more skills, Wang Pingquan tried his best to hold back his energy. If he showed his true skills, the old guy might not be able to sustain one move and would have to fight.

The two sides fought for dozens of times, until Wang Biquan felt that they were almost done, so he resorted to a terrifying flying sword move to take out the head. Ye Jian, who had not yet reached the realm of mortal swordsman, subconsciously tightened his neck when he saw this scene, and his masterly demeanor was instantly gone. Nothing left.

Wang Biquan didn't want Hong Mao to lose his grandfather early, so he raised his right hand gently, and the long sword turned in the air and flew back. Everyone present was shocked and speechless.

After a while, Ye Jian came back to his senses, glanced at Wang Biquan, and said to himself:
"I didn't expect that there would be such exquisite sword skills in the world."

Wang Biangquan smiled slightly and said to himself that this swordsmanship was created by you, the old boy.

The fight between the two ended here. Ye Jian, who had always kept his eyes high, was so shocked that he stopped asking for firewood. He left the others alone and returned to the wooden house alone to bolt the door.

Zhao Zhiyi was still reminiscing about the flying sword move just now, but due to the limitations of his own attainments, he still could not understand this mysterious and mysterious move. Seeing his frown, Wang Biquan reminded him:
"Don't think about running before you learn to crawl. If you are too ambitious, you will achieve nothing in the end."

When the latter heard this, he suddenly realized that a swordsmanship that even Ye Jian could not match could not be learned by a dabbler like him.

Zhao Zhiyi gathered his thoughts and deduced the two people's dueling moves over and over again, hoping to develop his own swordsmanship from them.

After staying here for seven or eight days, there was no movement at all from Ye Jian in the house. If Wang Biangquan hadn't eaten all the food he put at the door every time, he might have thought that the old thing was rotten inside.

Late at night, Zhao Zhiyi, who had been thinking hard for a long time, finally drew his sword for the first time.

Under the bright moonlight, the slender sword body burst out with a strong sword energy, and the sword moves were swift and crisp.

After a set of swordsmanship was completed, Wang Biquan and Chu Lichun clapped their hands and said:

"It can be said that the bullfight is so angry that it dares to make the world look miserable. Brother Zhao is such a good sword!"

Zhao Zhiyi put away his sword and smiled, his words were kind words, but he always felt like he was scolding himself, and he didn't know if it was an illusion.Wang Pingquan stepped forward, put his arms around his shoulders and said:
"These twelve sword techniques look exquisite, but it's a pity that they always give people a feeling that they are still unfinished. Is there something to hide behind?"

"Brother Wang is laughing at me. Zhao does have No. 13-style ideas, but after thinking about it over and over again, I always feel that it's not quite right."

"It's okay." Wang Biquan patted the other party's shoulder, turned to the wooden house and shouted: "Old man Ye, let's borrow another sword and take a look!"

There was silence in the room for a moment, and then there was a cold snort, and a majestic sword energy burst out of the door and went straight towards the two of them.

Wang Biangquan smiled slightly, but without any movement, the thick sword energy seemed to hit an invisible wall and shattered five steps in front of him. Thousands of tiny sword energy sliced ​​the surrounding ground into devastation.

Zhao Zhiyi, who had seen the flying sword before, could no longer care about being surprised. He quickly observed the direction of the sword energy carefully and tried to remember this terrifying blow.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, the man looked slightly excited, held Wang Biquan's arm and said:

"Brother Wang, I understand it, and I will demonstrate it to you."

The latter gently held his hand that was about to draw the sword, shook his head and said:

"I know you will definitely succeed. This move is a trump card. No one has the right to see it except those close to you and your mortal enemy."

After that, he took out two bottles of wine from somewhere and said, "Come have a drink with me."

Zhao Zhiyi was in a good mood and nodded, and the two of them lay on the hillside and drank in the darkness.

……

"Brother Zhao, have you thought of a name for this set of sword moves?"

"Not yet. I wonder if Brother Wang has any good suggestions?"

"Since it was enlightened in Zui Niu Po, let's call it Zui Niu Po ​​Sword Technique."

Zhao Zhiyi, who was still very interested, was startled when he heard this. He twitched the corners of his mouth and pretended to be surprised:

"Jinghong Thirteen Styles... is a good name."

Wang Biquan was not going to let him go and continued teasing:
"Why, Brother Zhao doesn't like the name Zui Niupo, but what's the taboo? To be honest with Brother Zhao, my father's name has the word 'Niu' in it."

"Brother Wang is overthinking. I just don't want people in the world to know the origin of the swordsmanship and disturb Senior Ye again."

Zhao Zhiyi said, took off the sword from his waist and put it next to the opponent and said:

"I saw that Brother Wang seemed to be interested in the Shuanghan earlier. Since you have helped me so much, how about Zhao give this sword to Brother Wang as a thank you gift."

Wang Pingquan stared at the sword, smiled and shook his head:

"No need, I had a similar one before, I just thought it was familiar and friendly."

Zhao Zhiyi naturally didn't believe that his shabby clothes could afford the expensive sword, so he thought he was looking for excuses to shirk it, and insisted:

"Brother Wang, please accept it."

Wang Biquan pushed Shuanghan back and said calmly:

"If Brother Zhao really wants to thank you, why not do me a favor?"

"Brother Wang, if you need anything, just ask."

Wang Pingquan took out an ancient wooden box from his arms and handed it to the other party.

"If Brother Zhao encounters a monk from the Western Regions nicknamed 'Living Maitreya', please give this thing to him. Remember, no one other than him is allowed to open it."

Although Zhao Zhiyi was surprised, he nodded and took the wooden box. After that, the two continued to drink and talk, and fell asleep on the spot when they were drunk.

Early the next morning, the young ranger disappeared from Zui Niupo, and instead came a living Maitreya from the Western Regions... (End of this chapter)